Tuesday 27th July

 

27/07/04 - Day 24 -

And when I woke up it was still raining. It is now Brighton and it's still raining (mine English nun). We got up at the crack of dawn to go and buy something that didn't look like crime fruits (and then we? Sat in Spiese poliareste'sdinzel and deafening quiet train station (I use no term loosely) for 2 hours and 40 mins, during which time I contemplated the meaning of life. In the end the its and buts of the journey all worried themselves out and we are currently in Poland. (I don't like Polish customs officials as to word and put my stamp on a new page rules from the others - it ruined the pretty pattern that was developing quite nicely). We're currently awaiting another meal of bread and spread.

"Amazing" does not do justice to the torture that my body suffers. Despite discovering new and exciting 'Bread & cheese' options in Slovakia, it has been 9 meals of bread and cheese since we last ate properly, excluding the disgusting slop that the otherwise excellent Pension called food. This, combined with a below days, has resulted in an unnatural obsession with food.

Looking back it can fairly be said:

(Know let's try that again)

Looking back it is fair to say that yesterday (ie today) was a 'low day' in our travel history. But you can travel the length and breath of Europe and not be prepared for some soul destroying journeys. We rolled into Krakow at 9:15, in dismal English-like drizzle, brushed off the (as the I named co...) intimidating women-touts, and off a tram is to Cracow (inevitably our first feeling memory of this city (and indeed, the country) will be the: noises coming from the open window of the rental first-floor window (at the hotel opposite the bus stop). The hostel was sound, fairly easily and despite being a huge sky-scraper style hostel we managed a fairly substantial night sleep.